The Calabash Restaurant

In London on Thursday last week with a colleague for a course (of which little need be said) and the evening to ourselves, we went off in search of dinner. The course was at Birkbeck College in Bloomsbury and we had been billeted in a nearby Holiday Inn (expensive, careworn and mechanised hospitality) and fancied exploring to find something different. Wandered around and found ourselves in Covent Garden and saw a restaurant beneath the Africa Centre (where I have previously found lovely little gifts for kids and friends). This sounded like fun so down we went. A good meal in a fairly quiet restaurant, although we were there fairly early, and one to remember for future visits.
London, even in December, was heaving with grockles and the variety of different languages and accents spoken in the streets was nearly matched by those spoken in all of the supporting tasks such as street cleaners, waiters, hot dog salesmen and pickpockets. Very entertaining to walk around and just enjoy the buzz for a change.
Back past the British Museum and a pint of good Dorset ale in the Museum Tavern before back to the hotel for a much-needed night’s sleep.

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5 Responses to “The Calabash Restaurant”

  1. Jude Says:

    No ‘grockles’ in my dictionary and I can’t even hazard a guess. Do please remember your international readers.

  2. Pat the Chooks Says:

    It’s in Wikipedia, much to my surprise. See encyclopedia entry.

  3. Jude Says:

    Ah! thank you. Well, judging on reports from my recently returned, shell-shocked friends, it seems that the London economy does very nicely out of its grockles, thank-you-very-much.

  4. Pat the Chooks Says:

    I have always felt, when in London, that some mysterious force was extracting paper money from my person at an unexpected rate, so I guess I know exactly how your shell-shocked friends feel, Jude!
    Incidentally, the word grockle is supposed to have an onomatopoeic root, i.e. referring to the noise they make as they oggle various sights or the attractive local handcrafts so readily available in all good tourist destinations.

  5. Pat the Chooks Says:

    Oops! Done it again. Oggle v. to ogle something in a non-salacious manner. A bit like goggle, but without the gee, unless, of course, the tourist is American …


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